Hiding

I sit here in the dark
so that if you should stop by
you won't see the light on
and know that I'm at home.

I sit here in the dark
crying tears into the night
praying that the telephone
won't break the silence,
because I know who would
be at the other end of the line

I sit here in the dark
staring into the wall,
Afraid to look you in the eyes
afraid the world will see
through my clever disguise

I sit her in the dark
making excuses not to leave,
telling myself it's too soon,
or maybe it's too late,
or that the world will see
what I've been hiding.